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In the throes of his findom fantasy, the cop, a towering figure of muscle and ink, revels in the scent of his submissive. With a commanding tone, he instructs, "Smell me. Let my scent intoxicate you." The submissive obeys, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the cop's masculine aroma. The cop's breathing grows heavier, his excitement mounting as he feels the submissive's hot breath on his shaft. "Pay for the privilege," he growls, his voice laced with dominance. The submissive, his mind a fog of lust and submission, reaches for his wallet, ready to satisfy the cop's financial desires, his own desires a distant second.